Gitana Gitana

Woman of fire, woman of flames
Blood-colored from an open heart
Like a dagger entering the soul
Your gaze pierces the flesh
Barely a child and already a woman
And mature before being pubescent
When you walk under your mantilla
Men see
All hells
Being born with you

Daughter of the wind and the sun
When you sing and dance
With a flower in your ear
You murder the audience
Gypsy, gypsy, gypsy
And when the Spanish machos
Clapping their hands set the rhythm of your games
You strike the ground with your heels
Gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, gita ha va va va va na
And make love
And make love with your eyes

Black hair and fiery gaze
The tanned complexion from living outdoors
Rolling your hips very comfortably
You become waves on the sea
Your breasts dance under your bodice
And everything about you becomes carnal
And when you brush against them in passing
Men die
From your scent
Of pepper and honey

Daughter of the wind and the sun
When you sing and dance
With a flower in your ear
You murder the audience
Gypsy, gypsy, gypsy
And when the Spanish machos
Clapping their hands set the rhythm of your games
You strike the ground with your heels
Gypsy, gypsy, gypsy, gita ha va va va va na
And make love
And make love with your eyes